[For some years now he's lived a modest life, only rarely treating himself to small comforts, and usually using his mora for things he's needed. Since the Vision Hunt Decree, he hadn't been lucky enough to spend a birthday with friends. Maybe that's why it stung so much that the Balladeer was the only one to show up.
That's behind him. Right now, Scaramouche is making him feel spoiled for bringing him out to try again, to celebrate his birthday when the immortal confessed he thought the concept to be stupid. He smiles a little softer, and when he doesn't move away, he lifts his other hand to cup the opposite side of the other man's arm.]
Ume trees... Ah, yes, not for a few more months at least. Spring trees are far more popular. My best friend was fond of yumemiru trees.
[The sight of them is a bit sullied for him now, but he does not blame the trees, as much as their bloom coinciding with a painful memory in his life. Maybe he would grow to love the flutter of their petals again in time. Nippon has similar trees, after all.
He lifts his eyes past his companion, looking at the doorway to the live butterfly room. Magic apparently helps keep it comfortable for the insects all year around.]
That's fortunate... I have seen what it does to some of the Sangonomiya samurai that have stayed there too long. The bodies of immortals may never cease to amaze me.
[To never grow old or feel sick— experiences they will never have. It's no wonder the air of superiority he's felt from the Ogosho and her creation.]
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[For some years now he's lived a modest life, only rarely treating himself to small comforts, and usually using his mora for things he's needed. Since the Vision Hunt Decree, he hadn't been lucky enough to spend a birthday with friends. Maybe that's why it stung so much that the Balladeer was the only one to show up.
That's behind him. Right now, Scaramouche is making him feel spoiled for bringing him out to try again, to celebrate his birthday when the immortal confessed he thought the concept to be stupid. He smiles a little softer, and when he doesn't move away, he lifts his other hand to cup the opposite side of the other man's arm.]
Ume trees... Ah, yes, not for a few more months at least. Spring trees are far more popular. My best friend was fond of yumemiru trees.
[The sight of them is a bit sullied for him now, but he does not blame the trees, as much as their bloom coinciding with a painful memory in his life. Maybe he would grow to love the flutter of their petals again in time. Nippon has similar trees, after all.
He lifts his eyes past his companion, looking at the doorway to the live butterfly room. Magic apparently helps keep it comfortable for the insects all year around.]
That's fortunate... I have seen what it does to some of the Sangonomiya samurai that have stayed there too long. The bodies of immortals may never cease to amaze me.
[To never grow old or feel sick— experiences they will never have. It's no wonder the air of superiority he's felt from the Ogosho and her creation.]